The Deadly Dream

The cold ground started to sting, and the brown wolfess flinched as more memories haunted her mind. Red and white blinded the female's vision. It was blood and snow mixing together as Outcry's only friend, a coyote, was torn apart by her former pack. She awoke from her nightmare when a voice echoed inside her mind, but she kept her eyes closed. "Do you have a purpose here?" Do I have a purpose anywhere she thought but only said "No" to answer the strangers question. Her throat burned when she spoke, as she had not had water for two days now, in hopes dehydration would bring her death.

Outcry opened her eyes to look at whoever was talking, and found herself caught before a midnight female. She closed her eyes once more and awaited the next question, if there even was going to be any. This wolf reminded her to much of her deadly family. Every wolf at her former pack had pitch black fur, and were mighty warriors. Outcry was nothing like them, she had brown fur, and was weak. Her mother named her Outcry and gave her no last name, because she didn't fit in with the crowd, and brought shame upon the family. The brown wolfess was surprised she could remember so much of her former home, usually her memory fails her, and sometimes leaves her guessing her own name.